Page 127 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

She had undressed because she couldn't bear another punishment like the one from Officer Miller and Alice said that if Maud didn't obey that was exactly what would happen. She had obeyed, because she didn't want to have to have her panties, yes, terribly damp now, in her mouth the way Mandy did, didn't want to have to be strapped down to the chair the way Mandy was.

Naked in that chair once Mandy had gone through the door, under the clippers, Maud whimpered at the sight of Alice in her cute pink panties, harvesting the wiry locks between Maud's pale thighs. Then, in the tub, Alice had taken shameful liberties with the washcloth between those thighs. Maud gasped, but she did not resist, because she knew she could not bear another paddling.

She put on the lingerie, because Alice said if she didn't the attendants would come. That they would carry her naked into the tribunal and bind her in place, and whip her savagely. Maud never, ever wore lacy underwear, because she had been raised to think that you must never let anyone see your panties, and why would you wear lacy lingerie except because you wanted a man to see it?

But Officer Miller had seen her panties, and paddled her so hard on their seat. He had taught her a lesson, he said. But what lesson?

The answer came to her, looking at the door to the tribunal: from now on, David would decide about her panties. Unless Maud wanted a daily spanking, she would wear panties that David liked, and he would remove them whenever he wanted, and then he would have sex with her however he liked — even the shameful ways he had said he would: even her mouth. Even the other place, where it would hurt and make her feel so dirty, to be that kind of girl — the kind whose boyfriend made her open to him that shameful way. The thought made her mind recoil even as it made her knees tremble.

A bell sounded up above the door — the same bell that had sounded for Mandy, half an hour ago. Alice opened the enormous door, and a blast of cooler air — not cold, but bracing after the warmth of the steamy bathroom — swirled around Maud. She felt her nipples stiffen at the sensation, and as she stepped forward automatically into the room, so that she might not be whipped, they tingled in the lacy bra just as she caught sight of David.

He wore a dark robe she had never seen before, belted at the waist, and he looked so incredibly handsome, unshaven but also effortlessly elegant, close-cropped brown hair seeming to set off his blue eyes so dramatically that they almost glowed, that Maud felt lightheaded at the sight. He smiled at her with an unguarded, approving expression that took her breath away. She realized suddenly she hadn't seen that smile since Thanksgiving, and she felt for the first time that she understood: he wanted to take care of her. His way of taking care of her involved things she hadn't expected, but it appeared that as difficult as it might be to learn her lesson, she must now learn it, because David had decided to take her in hand.

He nodded towards the center of the room, the smile disappearing and a stern look replacing it that made Maud remember what Alice had said about keeping her eyes downcast. There stood the little kneeling desk, which seemed lower than most, and padded across the top, where her elbows would go.

All the warmth David's smile had given her seemed to vanish in an instant. She tried to hold onto it: she knew it still existed, somewhere, but the thing upon which she must kneel in her shameful new underwear filled her with dread. Shaking with fear at the thought of how she would look to David, kneeling there in front of him, Maud lowered her gaze and walked slowly towards the center of the room, now seeing with a hot blush that three older men sat at a long table on the other side of the kneeling desk. That she must not raise her eyes to look at the men's faces and must only have the sense of their age and their imposing, authoritative presence seemed to make the shame even worse. Maud knelt, wondering whether she might actually scorch the skin of her cheeks with the heat of the blood that rushed to them.

"Maud Fredericks," said a voice from the center of the table, "you have come here to answer for your disobedience and disrespect to the gentleman who stands behind you, who loves you and whom you love. Do you confess your love for him?"

She could not help it: the question startled her so thoroughly that her eyes darted upward, to see the three men, in robes like the one David wore: all of them so grave, all of them looking so grave. It took her a long moment to realize that the man on the left was Officer Miller and the man on the right had been the one standing in a trenchcoat outside her apartment. She gave a little gasp when she recognized them, but the red-haired policeman and the dark-haired, bearded man from her apartment made no sign they had ever met her before.

All of them looking at her, kneeling before them in lacy black underwear that meant Maud had come here in order to have her body given to David — in order to submit to David's firm hand and to his hard cock.

She lowered her eyes, swallowing hard. "I do," she said softly, for what else could she say but the truth?

"We are the disciplinary tribunal of the Secret Society of Saint Valentine," the man in the center said. "In our review of your case, we have found sufficient evidence of your need for discipline and dominance by the man you love to bring you here. Master Inquirer, please proceed."

The bearded man who sat to Maud's right said, "Maud Fredericks, you will now acknowledge your faults, and receive your just reward for them. Please tell us in your own words of your disobedience to the man you love, whose word should be law to you."

Maud found to her astonishment that she began speaking without even considering what to say, or whether she should speak at all. She had already admitted that she loved David, and wasn't it true — for her, at least, her body cried out — that she should obey him? "David —"

The man in the center interrupted her, though. "You will call him your master from henceforth, Maud, in this house and anywhere else he chooses. Begin again."

Startled again, she looked up for a second time, and saw that the man's gray eyes were regarding her severely. He spoke again. "Keep your eyes where they belong, girl."

To her dismay, Maud felt her body respond to the man's arrogant, commanding tone. Though she had resolved to try to obey, to try to be a good girl, confusion took hold of her for a moment at the feeling of warmth between her thighs. So when the man said, "Mr. Carroll, I think you should give your girl a proper sight to look upon," and David suddenly appeared in front of her, between the kneeling desk and the table, and began to unfasten the belt of his robe, Maud didn't understand right away what was taking place.

Then the sight of David's cock, rising from his loins towards her, framed in the strange shorts of black cotton that seemed to declare his erect penis and wrinkled scrotum the most important things in the world to the girl he claimed, made her gasp. She shook her head without meaning to, not refusing or denying but as if to say that she didn't feel ready to look at her master that way. Maud thought of herself as sexually active, but she had never had a man's cock so close to her face and the shame of it made her feel faint even as her helpless arousal continued to grow.

"This is my cock, Maud," David said. "From now on, you will please it as I command. Do you understand? Say, yes, master."

"Yes, master," Maud whispered.

"When your master's cock is in front of you, Maud," said the man in the center, "you must look only at it, to show your respect for your master's rights. Now, keeping your eyes where they belong, please begin your confession again."

Maud looked at the hard phallus, swaying slightly in front of her. David held his hands at his sides and suddenly she longed to have those hands upon her, even if they were to hold her head still so he could thrust himself inside her mouth — the thing she had never done, with him or anyone, because it seemed too subservient, too shameful. As if he read her mind, his right hand reached out, but only to stroke her cheek. The tenderness of the gesture and the warmth of his knuckles seemed to fill her heart with light. She even thought she could hear David's beautiful voice in her mind, somehow: You can do it. Now we both know that we want the same thing. Time to live happily ever after, as kinky and shameful as our happy ending will be.

"My master told me he was going to spank me, and have sex with me from behind," she said steadily, looking at her master's beautiful cock, "and I told him not to be silly. My master told me he would spank me, and I would have to please him with my mouth and have him in my bottom to help me learn respect, and I walked away."

The man on the right asked, "Did Mr. Carroll tell you why he was going to spank you?"

"Y–yes," Maud said, realizing how she was incriminating herself and suddenly terrified anew of what the consequences might be. "I didn't tell him something I should have told him, and I drank too much and ruined a special night we'd planned."

The man in the center said, "Master Instructor, please give your charge." Maud bit her lips and kept her eyes on David's cock. Now she felt that she wanted to have it in her mouth, wanted to please him, to make up for her infractions. A new sort of thought came to her: Maybe if I pleasure him well enough, he won't spank me?

Now Officer Miller, the man on the left, spoke for the first time. "Maud Fredericks, you will be taken in hand now. After you are awarded, your master will spank you over his knee, to punish you for your failure to obey him and to teach you that from now on your bare bottom will receive regular discipline. Then you will go with him to his room and he will enjoy your bodily charms with all the thoroughness at his disposal, training you to please him as he possesses you along every path of pleasure you afford."

Inches away from Maud's face, David's cock seemed to leap at these words, and at last Maud felt herself give in, her own heart thrilling at the clear arousal of the man she loved, and her own pussy tingling and melting into the lacy black thong.

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